SCRAPBOOK
COLLAGE
She pasted the last piece of picture on that collaged page of her scrapbook. They were pictures of a happy couple--- contented, blooming and peculiarly in love couple.
“Done?” asked a voice above her. She found her personal nurse happily looking at her sitting on that desk with that perfectly polished collage. She nodded in reply before she handed her finished product.
“Wow! This is amazing!” she exclaimed. “Do you remember something about this? Or aren’t the faces or places familiar to you?” she enthusiastically continued.
She looked down; tired of hearing those questions infinitely repeated that her ear started to bleed whenever she hears them. Her nurse noticed that she was uninterested so she decided to give her a break and let her eat her lunch.
Silently following her to the mess hall, she saw that guy, again staring at her through the open windows. As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t remember her relationship with that guy, who’s also with her on the photographs; the very same way
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she couldn’t remember her name.
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